I see you staring at my boobs all day. You are probably imagining a button popping open for you, and squeezing my tits while they shake. You probably imagine them jiggling and how soft they are all day. You don't even look up, you continue to stare right at my tits. Are you wishing you were my bra, holding and covering my tits? If we worked together you would get no work done - you would get fired. Titties, titties...you are transfixed by them. You would sell your soul to be able to lick them.